#Chapter 125: Running Late

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Kieran’s POV   The florist took a little longer to make the corsages than I expected, but it was worth it. The final product was exactly what I was hoping for: something simple yet beautiful, made from locally-grown hibiscus flowers that smelled fragrant when worn.   I hurried down the street with five minutes to spare until six o’clock. The sun was beginning to descend toward the horizon, turning the sky shades of orange and pink. With any luck, we would be able to catch the best part of the sunset while we were out on the boat.   Early that morning, after the debacle of yesterday, I’d been looking into some local events that seemed interesting when I stumbled across the planetarium’s website. It was located on a smaller island off of the main one, fifteen minutes by boat. Tonight,

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